Morning Martini

Okay, so it isn’t morning. Unless you’re my husband, who worked from 6pm last night to 7am today. And it’s extra early for him, because he got up to drive me to the dentist. So he deserves a martini. Plus, it has vitamin C – what more can you ask for?

In an ice-filled martini shaker, pour:

  • 2 oz Tito’s Handmade Vodka
  • 1/2 oz Orangecello
  • splash of OJ

Shake well and pour into chilled martini glass. Garnish with orange wedge if you’re a fancy-pants (we are not). Oh, and if you have thoughts of using vanilla vodka, thinking it will taste like a Dreamsicle? Don’t. Trust me, it tastes ass-y, not dreamy.

PS – In the weeks leading up to the release of Human Resources, Martinis, and Other Bad Things, Friday’s cocktail recipes will be a series of martinis, shaken by yours truly.

Vesta Takes a Valium

Yesterday I was MIA because, a) my husband is on a weird work schedule this week, which means I haven’t been sleeping, and therefore I am brain dead, and b) I spent a great deal of yesterday fretting over the fact that I’m having dental work done today. Apparently I clench my teeth together at night, so much so that I loosened some old fillings. Now they have to be removed and replaced. Awesome.

I am terrified of the dentist. And yes, I know that no one likes to go, but I once had a dentist start drilling into a tooth before it was numbed. Excruciating. Then he injected more anesthetic, but didn’t wait long enough for it to fully take effect before he began drilling again. More pain. It was an awful experience, and also taught me to choose a dentist wisely, with the help of patient reviews on Yelp.

Anyway, because of this, a trip to the dentist brings about anxiety, even for a cleaning. Last year I had to have an old filling replaced and had a full-on freak out in the dentist chair, as I was convinced he hadn’t numbed my mouth enough. The dentist patiently explained, God bless him, that if he numbed me anymore there was a chance I’d swallow my tongue. So this time, when he determined I needed to have not one but two fillings replaced, he prescribed me valium. One for the night before, and one to take an hour before I go in for the work. Clearly Mr. Dentist does not want to deal with my antics.

So, blissfully, I slept last night.

And in other news, I just went downstairs to get my laundry out of the dryer and passed my neighbor, who was coming in from walking her dog. When I came back from the laundry room…uh-huh, new poo bag by her front door.

Are you waiting for the Poop Bag Fairy, or what?

So, let me begin by telling y’all I’ve just discovered I’m an etiquette-less bitch. Fortunately there are far worse people in the world, which I’ll get to later.

Yesterday I signed up for a writer’s forum. I’ll admit, upon signing up for almost anything, I rarely read the introduction/’you agree to’ blah, blah page. I know I should, but whatever. Anyway, I happened to read the forum introduction this time around, and lo and behold, halfway down the list was something about never writing in all caps. Now, somewhere far, far in the recesses of my mind, I do have this piece of information stored. At some point along the line I read this little piece of internet manners, and promptly forgot about it. That makes me an internet bitch, I guess, because I use caps all the time, interchangeably with italics. I’m not yelling, I’m emphasizing. I do it in my posts and when leaving comments on other people’s blogs. So, sorry to anyone who thinks I’m rude and yell a lot. From now on I will make it a point to not use capital letters.

Except for what I’m about to tell you, because I need to VENT!

For two and a half blessed years we lived above an elderly woman. Sure, her television was always turned up too loud, but other than that we had zero problems. Several months back she passed away. She lived in the building for 20 years, so the remodel of her place took forever. During this time I became nervous and fretted to my husband. What kind of people will move in? What if they have five screaming children? What if they’re in a rock band and party all night long? What if they have a teenager that practices the tuba two hours a day?

Finally, the apartment was finished and our new neighbors moved in. I won’t bore you with too many details. It’s two couples living together in a two bedroom apartment. They are kind of loud, and I am VERY tired of boyfriend #1’s incredibly loud voice, which he uses, loudly, to talk, incessantly, about nothing. There is a lot of ‘DUUUUUUDE!’ and BRAAAAAH!” when he speaks to boyfriend #2.

But I can live with this. When I’m ready to go to bed I turn on a fan and it drowns them out, at least enough for me to sleep. What I cannot deal with, ladies and gentlemen, is the LAZINESS. What am I talking about? Let me tell you. One of the girls has a small dog. Great, I have two and understand small dogs bark, so I’m not annoyed by their little guy. What I DON’T understand is their inability to walk the 30 feet to the dumpster to throw away the bag of dog mess after they take it for a walk. Instead, they leave it outside their front door. Have I mentioned my incredible sense of smell?
Right, so you can imagine how disgusting it is to me when I walk out the door and the smell of dog feces has wafted up – because they are not only too lazy to walk to the dumpster to deposit the mess, they don’t even tie the bag shut!!! Sometimes the poop bags sit outside all night and half the next day. And what pisses me off even more is that they will come and go, but not bend down to pick up the bag and take it with them. One of them PARKS RIGHT NEXT TO THE FREAKING DUMPSTER!!!! How are you gonna walk right by it and not throw in the poop bag??

Whew. I thought this would make me feel better, but I may type in caps for the rest of the day. GRRRRR!

Huh. I forgot about that. Also, I’m old.

Perhaps you heard Nirvana’s album Nevermind turned 20 years old last Saturday. I found out when I read an article by Amanda Marcotte – Nirvana’s Secret Feminism http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2011/09/23/nirvana-s-nevermind-20th-anniversary-kurt-cobain-s-feminist-legacy.html
I’ll admit, the first thing that crossed my mind was, ‘Twenty years?!? Oh my God, I am OLD!’ There is, to me at least, a distinction between something that came out when I was a teenager and something from two decades past. One doesn’t seem like such a long time ago, the other was two freaking decades ago. See the difference?

My second thought was, ‘Nirvana sucks, who in the hell thinks they were feminists?’

So, lemme ‘splain.

I remember when Nevermind came out. I was in high school – a total rebel without a cause, punk-rockin’ girl. I thought Nirvana was for sissies. Plus, I did not like their music, it was too pop-rock for me (since, you know, I was tough, ha ha). So when I first began Marcotte’s article my line of thinking was that all the douche bags I knew in high school that listened to Nirvana were pot head and sex crazed boys, and then there were the girls who wanted to be with those boys. None of them were feminists. But as I continued to read, I thought, huh. That sort of makes sense. Which got me to thinking…

The article brought something to mind that I hadn’t thought of in, oh, close to two decades. I hated Nirvana in high school, but this was due in large part to my dislike of someone even more. And that someone was the girl a grade below me that tried to steal my boyfriend. Ah, hell hath no fury like a pissed off teenage girl. She was the younger sister of a guy I’d known since the third grade. I always thought of her as so and so’s little sis – she was cute and always wanted to tag along. Then, when she got to high school as a freshman, she had completely embraced the flannel and Doc Martin-wearing look of…Nirvana. In fact, I believe she had a Nirvana t-shirt for every day of the week. Grunge girl set her sights on my boyfriend, and major cattiness ensued – resulting, apparently, in a lifelong dislike of grunge music on my part. And I’ve had a knee-jerk reaction to Nirvana’s music ever since. Silly, isn’t it?

What’s funny about this is I completely forgot about the girl and the guy (he was an idiot – what a waste of my sophomore year). Smells like Teen Spirit always brings about a groan from me, but I forgot why exactly until I read Marcotte’s article. It’s interesting how something I felt so impassioned about while young fell by the wayside, but still has residual effects.

I’m not sure the members of Nirvana were feminists. I’m not saying they aren’t, but I don’t know how much of this is credited to them after the fact. Music, art and literature are analyzed and rehashed over and over again, so perhaps some of these ideas weren’t actually articulated by Kurt Cobain so much as they were attributed to him by journalists. And, of course, we’ll never know. What I can agree with is the idea that Nirvana’s music set the stage for an entire genre of girl grunge groups that followed, and that alone deserves respect.